Snippet #2614202

It was a quiet night as the moon shined over the land, a few quiet houses dotting the landscape. Then, suddenly, out of some trees came riding a rider in a gray cloak, her white horse moving slow but steady. Suddenly, Adriel flipped off the hood, revealing her face and blue-tinted hair. As she rode she looked about before taking out a map. Okay... so I'm here.. Adriel's finger moved some distance south of Thahill. and there's Thahill... So I guess I'm about the right distance for looking now, I doubt the Wolf's Fang would chance being any closer to the city.

Locating the nearest town, Adriel urges her horse to go a bit faster. She smiled and took a deep breath as she rode, enjoying the cool night air as she rode. The air reminded her of her home and of many nights spent "flying" over it, though really it was mostly gliding or hovering. It had always been one of Adriel's dreams to actually fly, but that would take a lot of energy, and wouldn't last near long enough. Her imagination then wandered back to her objective. "Is it too much to hope that he's in the next town? Then again it'd almost be better if he wasn't." she whispered to herself, thinking of her hunger and the tiredness which was catching up to her, and of how, if she found him, she'd have to start on the way back to Lamor right away. She then sighed, Why'd all this have to happen, I was about to teach gliding before this..